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War of the words from the very word "GO" was the warming up exercise for more malice, makes the galleries erupt in rage, cry for more But the folks that adore  peace is outraged every jab finds it's mark, squarely on the jaw making profuse bleeding another spectacle we reinvent this business  as a blood sport! Even a  dog eat dog madness grips the arena quick each vicious animal bares it's fangs, for long in disuse, get ready to be paid in return,in what you gave first Raise the war cry aloud,  boys the game is on, no going back any more, it's fight to **** Every bit of the act is blown out of proportion, by the heartless lot of blue eyed boys with lenses. It pays to narrate  stroke by stroke,pouring oil into the roaring fire, let it rage the longest period, Merely the tip of an ice berg, all this you've now  seen hidden with in the barbed diatribes is lethal  power, things they hope would get heated too soon, and would become a full blown "COLD WAR" It's the post truth world of puzzles and games, every such story ends in  a tragic twist at the end. for us it'snot,we need a twist to make us smile.
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Muddying the pool to catch (only the dead) fish
War of the words from the very word "GO" was the warming up exercise for more malice, makes the galleries erupt in rage, cry for more But the folks that adore  peace is outraged every jab finds it's mark, squarely on the jaw making profuse bleeding another spectacle we reinvent this business  as a blood sport! Even a  dog eat dog madness grips the arena quick each vicious animal bares it's fangs, for long in disuse, get ready to be paid in return,in what you gave first Raise the war cry aloud,  boys the game is on, no going back any more, it's fight to **** Every bit of the act is blown out of proportion, by the heartless lot of blue eyed boys with lenses. It pays to narrate  stroke by stroke,pouring oil into the roaring fire, let it rage the longest period, Merely the tip of an ice berg, all this you've now  seen hidden with in the barbed diatribes is lethal  power, things they hope would get heated too soon, and would become a full blown "COLD WAR" It's the post truth world of puzzles and games, every such story ends in  a tragic twist at the end. for us it'snot,we need a twist to make us smile.
k-balachandran
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
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